You comb over your life in your mind’s eye, you can feel the ebb and flow of your emotions, those vivid way point of recollections strung out on life’s memory line through time. Then you conjure up an alternating directions, those wonderings of this new alternated directive. Life’s simple score cards it’s a strange game, you never really know if you’re winning or losing because at its end! nobody wins. Still of all the collected memories on life’s time line its enduring passions of anything stands supreme. As for me within those enduring passions the delicateness of women! nature’s surprise and man wonders.

Passion’s Run

I feel the rhythmic rhythm in your inner sanctum, a deep chamber for your womanhood eruptions. Your submission hides among the shadows in fear while I stalk like the predator! my intentions are clear.

You’re the zebra! in that state of grace, I’m the cheetah in this chase hostile! was the pain in my swirling passion boiling loins in volatile blood read the caption.

I peer into your eyes look back if you dare, your body goes limp from my demanding stare! a quick yank of hair as your head tilts back, I’m inspecting my prey it was never in doubt.